Track 10 - Canned Heat
Action - 947 Beulah - Afternoon - Closed
[When he woke up and heard the news, Yosuke thought he might cry. No more milk. No more razor blades or mood swings or delusions or paranoia or anything. Just a normal day in hell - and dammit, he'd take it. What's more, he'd succeeded. He'd kept his friends safe for those four days of hell. He'd even met some new people and been almost productive. What's more, thanks to Elizabeth, he'd managed to get himself back on track. He'd stopped obsessing over what he could and couldn't do without his Persona, and re-focused on what he could do himself. Why he was doing it. Who was in control. Since day one in Mayfield, he'd never been more at peace with not having his Persona. So what if he was limited? He could still help. He could protect. He could be awesome and there wasn't a damn thing the town could do to stop him]
[As a reward, he decided to stay inside today. Screw work, screw errands and chores and everything else. Today was his and they could all suck it.]
Action - 947 Beulah - Late Afternoon - Open
[He's a bit surprised to check the mail and find a package at the door - with his name on it. This... this is familiar. He's been through this before. With a shaking hand, he tears it open, wondering what he could be getting in such a small box. He's already got his music gear back, he's got his knives, what else is there?]
[A card]
[With a picture he knows oh so well]
[His breath catches in his throat as he grips the card tightly before slipping it into his pocket. Does... does this mean...?]
[Well, only one way to find out. Closing his eyes, he steadies his breathing and focuses, looking inward for the power that resides there. A hand reflexively digs into his pocket, pulling out a dagger as a card begins to materialize in the air above him. In a swift motion he crouches down, leaping into the air and spinning as he slices through the card with ease, his voice ringing out.] SUSANO-O!
[And there above him is his persona, in all it's glory - and with a violent burst of wind, the mailbox is torn to shreds. Oops. Not that Yosuke cares - his face is positively glowing. He's got it back, and nothing can change that. Just ignore the guy partying on his front porch over seemingly nothing.]
Phone - Evening - Filtered to Persona Casts and Shana
[He wasn't sure if he should make a big deal of it... but they deserve to know]
So, I got a pretty nice package in the mail today.
Filtered to Elizabeth
... thank you. For everything. I really needed that talk the other day.
[When he woke up and heard the news, Yosuke thought he might cry. No more milk. No more razor blades or mood swings or delusions or paranoia or anything. Just a normal day in hell - and dammit, he'd take it. What's more, he'd succeeded. He'd kept his friends safe for those four days of hell. He'd even met some new people and been almost productive. What's more, thanks to Elizabeth, he'd managed to get himself back on track. He'd stopped obsessing over what he could and couldn't do without his Persona, and re-focused on what he could do himself. Why he was doing it. Who was in control. Since day one in Mayfield, he'd never been more at peace with not having his Persona. So what if he was limited? He could still help. He could protect. He could be awesome and there wasn't a damn thing the town could do to stop him]
[As a reward, he decided to stay inside today. Screw work, screw errands and chores and everything else. Today was his and they could all suck it.]
Action - 947 Beulah - Late Afternoon - Open
[He's a bit surprised to check the mail and find a package at the door - with his name on it. This... this is familiar. He's been through this before. With a shaking hand, he tears it open, wondering what he could be getting in such a small box. He's already got his music gear back, he's got his knives, what else is there?]
[A card]
[With a picture he knows oh so well]
[His breath catches in his throat as he grips the card tightly before slipping it into his pocket. Does... does this mean...?]
[Well, only one way to find out. Closing his eyes, he steadies his breathing and focuses, looking inward for the power that resides there. A hand reflexively digs into his pocket, pulling out a dagger as a card begins to materialize in the air above him. In a swift motion he crouches down, leaping into the air and spinning as he slices through the card with ease, his voice ringing out.] SUSANO-O!
[And there above him is his persona, in all it's glory - and with a violent burst of wind, the mailbox is torn to shreds. Oops. Not that Yosuke cares - his face is positively glowing. He's got it back, and nothing can change that. Just ignore the guy partying on his front porch over seemingly nothing.]
Phone - Evening - Filtered to Persona Casts and Shana
[He wasn't sure if he should make a big deal of it... but they deserve to know]
So, I got a pretty nice package in the mail today.
Filtered to Elizabeth
... thank you. For everything. I really needed that talk the other day.